Today I found out my grandfather has to go back to the hospital. Only wrote 100 words.
Real life just has a tendency to get in the way, doesn't it? But mysteriously, when I was in graduate school, I pounded out a 110,000 manuscript in four months between two internships (both with an hour commute each way) and a full time course load.
My main problem has always been having spurts of writing where I just sit and type and type and type until I fall asleep, sometimes at my desk or on my bed with the computer dangerously perched on my knees, and then I have days or weeks where I just can't bring myself to type anything other than celeb gossip replies.
Luckily right now, I think I'm still in the safe zone, but the fear of falling off the wagon is disheartening.
But as a bit of fun today, let's play a game of "Find Megan in this New York Times Travel Section Picture!" It was taken November 2008 in Kyoto at a cultural festival, and yes, I can safely say I am in here. The entire ceremony was these people getting dressed up, writing haikus, and then taking a shot with each one. Then there were dancers and it was a blast. Besides me and two friends, the only other non-Japanese people were the camerawoman and a pair of British tourists. Fun times.
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